Uh, uh, uh. Still ain't ready yet.

Uh, uh, uh. Niggaz still ain't ready yet.

Uh, uh, uh.



Verse 1 *(Swoop G)*



I hits the corner on three Daytonaz

wit a bad ass bitch brought up in Gardena, California

Uh, she started tuggin, an rubbin on the Swoop

I'm wastin my drink swervin in my rag 6-duce

uh, you didn't know I keep it real from head to toe

I hit that savings and loans when I was just a baby loc

went to Mexico, traded it for the pecos

came back to California now it's time to roll

I was 16 mane, sellin quarter keys of dank

my uncle was a balla from around the way

so I had the hook up

whole keys I cooked up

now all my niggaz, makin major figgaz.



Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)*



Mobb shit, the type of shit you out committin a lick

pistol whip them nigga to death and have a kick

and the twist cuz niggaz be havin shit

like bitches on Set It Off, dank

niggaz be sniffin dark bank

mission accomplished boss crack

hard or soft livin boys and girls packin yo shit

let it off

niggaz who floss out here be takin a loss

it cost to be the mutha fuckin Boss Playa

talks to throw away gats in the air

for makin yo scratch like that there Boss Playa

niggaz beware

the ganga-gangsta type of Luni hoolum atmosphere

fo rappin about the clothes you wear, I represent welfare

no happy-happy, joy-joy

it's these boys,

runnin from decoys, pimpin mo bitches than Dr. Detroit

it goes down

Mr. Smoke-A-Lot turnin pounds into ashes

black ski maskes

niggaz be gettin the pumpkin head like Cashus Clay

the Yay

Area smoke greenery malacious all day

eh, eh blaze.



Verse 3 *(Keek The Sneek)*



Back in the days, when I was raised

niggaz got sprayed wit Ac